Ann's fits were flattened against the kid's chest and their bellies slapped together loudly with every forward thrust. The thick, long prick appeared between their crotches, under the water, and then disappeared up her snatch again about twice a second as they fucked with all their energy. The water in the tub was a maelstrom as their bodies churned it up. The walls and ceiling of the bathroom were dripping with water splashed from the tub. If someone walked into the room at that minute, they would think a naval battle was going an in the tub.
Ann heard the boy's grunts grow louder and she knew that he was about to shoot his load. Her own orgasm was near, too, and she hoped they could come together. There was nothing in the world as nice as coming, and holding someone in your arms who is also coming. On the threshold of their orgasms, the two fuckers were using every bit of their strength to make it a good climax. They held each other with all their might, while they pumped their hips back and forth, driving that huge cock in and out of Ann's pussy as fast as they could.
As they both cried out in ecstasy, they came. The boy's prick began spewing hot jism into Ann's sucking twat. She could feel the hot wads searing her cunt lining. As she orgasmed, her cunt convulsed and the muscles gripped the kid's prick with an irregular rhythm. They continued pounding away at each other until they both got every ounce of pleasure from the fuck. Then they stopped. Most of the water had been splashed out of the tub and they lay there, his body rag-like, draped over her, in a few inches of lukewarm water. Neither of them had the strength to move.
They didn't know how long it was that they lay there like that, but finally the boy said, "Wow." That was all he could manage.
"Yeah," Ann agreed.
As the water cooled, they decided to get out. They climbed slowly out of the tub and stood on wobbly legs. The boy fumbled with his clothes and Ann went into the living room and sank down on the couch. When the boy came out of the bathroom, dressed in his soaking wet clothes, he thanked her and left. Ann — was too spent to do anything but wave. With a big effort, she staggered out on her terrace and lay down in the warm sunshine. The sun dried her while she rested.
Shit! she said to herself when she remembered her dinner engagement. How would she ever be able to get ready for that? She felt like she would need at least a week's rest.
CHAPTER EIGHT
If Ann knew she had to get up at a certain time, she would get up. As her body was recovering on the terrace, she suddenly woke and knew she would have to start getting ready for her dinner meeting with her sister. She could tell by the position of the sun that it was getting late. Her nap had done her a world of good and she knew that as soon as she got herself moving, she would begin to feel more energetic. The bard part was getting up in the first place.
She forced herself to her feet. She hadn't put anything on and it had gotten chilly outside. Since she received a letter from a woman across the way asking that she not hang around on her terrace without any clothes on, she tried not to spend too much time naked on the terrace, at least not standing up and in plain view; The woman who wrote the letter was probably having trouble with her husband, and although Ann liked the idea of having people looking at her naked body, one had to try to get along with one's neighbors.
Before she began dressing, she combed her hair. When it was smooth and silky, she put it up in her best imitation of a fancy hair-do. Ann refused to spend time in a hot, stuffy beauty parlor. She brushed her teeth, threw some perfume on and put on a little make-up. Trying not to get distracted, she, put on a pair of sexy bikini undies and resisted the temptation to look at herself in the mirror. Deciding against wearing a bra, Ann hoped her nipples would show through the material of the gown and give her that wanton look. Her sister and her brother-in-law were going to pick her up any minute. She planned to give them a drink and a chance to relax before they left, but she wanted to be ready when they came. She had just barely finished when the doorbell rang.
She opened the door and there was her company. Jane rushed into her arms and they embraced. They told each other how glad they were to see each other and how good the other looked. Next, Ann kissed Bob, Jane's husband. Then, suddenly there was a good-looking, young kid standing then. Could this be Billy? Ann hadn't seen her sister and her family for over two years. The last time, Billy was a little boy; now, he was a stud.
"Well, Billy, you certainly have grown since I saw you last," Ann said as she stood back and gave him a good looking-over.
"He's grown so fast, I can hardly believe it myself," Jane said.
Ann couldn't take her eyes off the boy, and she had that feeling deep in her belly that told her she would have to fuck him before they left town again. This was going to be more interesting than she had hoped.
"Let me get you all a drink before we leave. How about a glass of sherry?" They all agreed, and Ann went to get it but had difficulty taking her eyes off her nephew long enough. She did a little arithmetic and concluded that the boy must be almost sjxteen. A nice age her favorite.
While Ann sipped her sherry, she looked at her sister, brother-in-law and, most of all, that sexy kid of theirs. As they talked about all the things they all have been doing since they saw each other last, Ann tried to learn all she could about Billy. The more she knew about him, the easier it would be to get comfortable with him, and the easier to seduce him. Billy was a slim but strong boy with fashionably long hair covering his ears. His hair was straight, fine and honey-colored, and when it fell into his eyes, he threw his head back and sent the hair flying back where it belonged. That movement drove Ann wild. He didn't say much, but it was obvious that he was paying attention to the conversation; he laughed at everything that was amusing, even though the humor was on an adult level. His brown eyes burned with intelligent awareness.
When they had drained their glasses, they left for the restaurant. Ann knew that all kids Billy's age were interested in cars and she wasn't going to miss a chance to get closer to him by getting to him through her car.
"Would you like to drive with me in the Jag, Billy, and we can follow your parents to the restaurant?" she asked him. The effect of the offer was just as she suspected. His face lit up with joy. He asked his father if it would be all right and, getting his okay, they climbed into the sleek Jag. Ann staffed the engine and revved it up, causing the crisp roar of the engine to assault their ears and start their adrenalin flowing. They had agreed on a restaurant that was a fairly long drive on the freeway, and Ann started without waiting for Bob and Jane. Ann drove more carefully than usual with another person in the car, but she gave him an exciting ride.
They both felt the thrust of gravity in their bodies as she took corners on two wheels and accelerated like an arrow. Billy, who hadn't said much until then, started telling her how anxious he was to turn sixteen so he could get his driver's license.
"You've grown so much since the last time I saw you, Billy, that I hardly recognized you," she told him. "I'll bet the girls are after you all the time. Do you have a steady girl friend?"
"Not exactly. There is a girl that I take to all the dances, but I spend most of my time with the guys. I'm on the baseball team at school."
"I'm sure a boy your age is interested in girls, though, aren't you?" she persisted.
"Yeah, sure. But it doesn't do you much good. All the girls at school are virgins and they want to stay that way, it seems," he said.
"Weil, young girls are very often like that. Don't you know any older ones?" she asked, trying not to sound too obvious.